Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.